peripheral vision

I see it out of my peripheral vision It’s naked women And ecstasy driven The breast cancer ribbon

The blinding lights Cars racing and dying rights And for a second it’s there The whole city Its really there I find them mid sentence And laughing at the lack of common sense But it makes sense I see it out of my peripheral vision

These lines need revision So step back and take a look And the man yelled out of the backseat He smiled at me With words They don’t make any sense But they’re laughing And the blinding lights…

This second everything we’re fighting for Is discovered and uprooted from the soil And to breathe it in with a heavy breath And holding it as they turn away as if it’s their last Chance to speed from this Revving of engines and toil of misapprehensions

The feet dance on the peddles to the beat of My fingers tapping and then the stoplight Gives wave to the ocean of vehicles Churning in the midst of confusion And the red signals yield To the ignition and I pray for one day To go when the machine says stop To pick up when all the phone lines drop And to make haste in the dreaded day of Tomorrow, They’re never ending sorrow And the painting to the right of my windshield Where the rain drips but the paint is dry And as I blink the color melts onto the cement And the black street turns yellow And the sky floats down and turns us into paper And we fly onto the teacher’s desk to try to find the answers And change the grades As the weather fades And it’s another day To believe we can somehow change our fate Before his radio collides with the border of the state Glass goes through his wrists and his eyes turn black And sound is the only sense remaining from the bloody collision

The blinding lights I see it out of my peripheral vision

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